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Yo' face
Yo' Clothes
You
Omg
Fucker!! I WANNA BE THAT AMAZING AND SHIT, but no; i'm me -_-
I WON'Y JUDGE YOU FOR LIKING SKRILLEX
I listen to some Deadmau5, and might be getting one of his albums tomorrow O.o

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BUT YOU ARE AN AWESOME FUCKER!
AND I DUN LIKE MA FACE
I actually used that outfit on one of my OC's XD
Proffesional Griefers though :o

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Ikr?
My friend had it playing (he's a big Deadmau5 fan) and I was flipping my shit about how Gerard sang on it XD
I LIKE YO' FACE
YO' FACE
IT'S PERFECT

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I love that song so much. It plays on the new FIFA game so whenever my brother plays it I wait for Proffessional Griefers to come on and then lose my shit XD
MY FACE IS AWFUL
YOU CAN;T EVEN REALLY SEE IT IN THAT PHOTO

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"Missy! Wake up, we're here." I awoke to the sound of my mom shaking me. We were in the car, driving to my new house, in a completely different country. America. I missed Scotland so much but what with my parents fighting continuously I would try and make the best of it. It wasn't working so well for me.

"Yeah? Welcome to hell," I sleepily mumbled. We drove up the gravel driveway and to my new house. It looked like something out of the fricken' Adams Family or a haunted house. The house was old and wooden, with tall spires and crumbling shutters. The paint was peeling and everything looked as if it was in a dust storm. I wrinkled my nose. "Dad, why couldn't we have moved to a nice neighborhood, not something that looks like it's be in a horror movie?" I asked. He got out of the car and grabbed a few boxes full of our things.